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"Hmm... do you smell...marijuana? It smells like marijuana in here..."
Stories of being caught by parents
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Toz
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I got caught when I was 16 and ate a handfull of nitrazepam pills. I thought I was sober. Appearently I was not as I tried to use the remote for the tv to turn on my computer screen and asked my mom why shit wasn't working.
xstayfadedx
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I love how I don't have to worry about this anymore... my mom no longer cares that I smoke weed. She knows I do mdma and psychedelics... she also knows I was doing heroin. The last time I ever got caught by her was when she found a torn open plastic mini ziplock bag in my room. She knew it was something a stamped bag was in, but I kept lying and telling her it was a nickel bag of weed. She still didn't really believe me and threatened to call one of my friends she knows was giving me dope. My mom's mind frame nowadays is she's going to kick peoples asses who are providing. Which is so ironic because when I was getting my mom hydromorphones from the same person it was okay... but luckily she's off all opiates (sadly because she lost her health insurance).
Folley
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^ haha yeah I'm kind of the same way, my parents basically know everything I do and as long as I keep it safe they don't bother me too much. Hell, they even give me weed when I'm out lol
When I was very young, I wasn't great at going to school. I'd usually go to a mates and smoke weed and shit. I'd often stay over on the weekend, he always had girls coming over and parties and shit which was right up my alley.
Anyway, one day I was there for a week or something and having such a good time that I didn't even bother going to school to sign in, which I usually did each morning then just went back to my mates house. My mother, who is a good person at heart but has done some seriously terrible things even though her intentions were good. She called the cops and told them where I was thought to be staying, saying that I'd run away from home, which wasn't entirely true, but I was distancing myself from home for various reasons.
So there we are, sitting around the TV in his room which was detached from the main part of the house which his parents lived in, and the cops knock on the door. We didn't know who it was, there was bongs and alcohol and other items that you don't really want cops to see when you're a kid, so mate opens the door and it's a couple of cops with my mother behind them. They ask if I've been staying there and that my mother is worried and shit, so I should go home with her.
I ended up going home, then hitchhiking back in later that night after a big fight. Good times.
Edit: Forgot to mention, the half hour car ride on the way home was fucking terrible for someone as stoned as I was. After 5 minutes of silence, me completely freaked out and lost in my pot thoughts, she says "are you stoned opi8?", which I thought wasn't going to be noticed or spoken about. She smoked herself and probably knew that I smoked all the time, but we'd never talked about it. I was melting in the seat and irrational fear hit me like a train. That was a very awkward car trip.
Anyway, one day I was there for a week or something and having such a good time that I didn't even bother going to school to sign in, which I usually did each morning then just went back to my mates house. My mother, who is a good person at heart but has done some seriously terrible things even though her intentions were good. She called the cops and told them where I was thought to be staying, saying that I'd run away from home, which wasn't entirely true, but I was distancing myself from home for various reasons.
So there we are, sitting around the TV in his room which was detached from the main part of the house which his parents lived in, and the cops knock on the door. We didn't know who it was, there was bongs and alcohol and other items that you don't really want cops to see when you're a kid, so mate opens the door and it's a couple of cops with my mother behind them. They ask if I've been staying there and that my mother is worried and shit, so I should go home with her.
I ended up going home, then hitchhiking back in later that night after a big fight. Good times.
Edit: Forgot to mention, the half hour car ride on the way home was fucking terrible for someone as stoned as I was. After 5 minutes of silence, me completely freaked out and lost in my pot thoughts, she says "are you stoned opi8?", which I thought wasn't going to be noticed or spoken about. She smoked herself and probably knew that I smoked all the time, but we'd never talked about it. I was melting in the seat and irrational fear hit me like a train. That was a very awkward car trip.
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ohshea
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Ugh when i was desperate, dopesick and homeless at the point where maintaining my habitbwas a full time job basicallly, id call my mom and tell her i was stranded and needed a ride to so and sos house. 75% off the time shed say no, but the other 24% she dis say yes shed be driving me around town while i was on my phone asking every dealer i knew if they were good and i was so sick i was kicking her dash and screaming because i couldnt find dope. She dropped me off on the side of the road and i ended up scoring a trick that night but she left me with 20$. It was about 10 degrees with wind chill that night i remember. I sxored dope after my trick and used his credit cardon file att
he hotel we used for the date and never checked out. I told him i would in the AM and i was planning to until i found out they keep charging the card and dont need his permission, the gig was up tho after a week his card ran outnof $$.
I also remember calling her because it was break up season and the streets were pure water and slush and i was dopesick and homeless wandering around the city and my socks and shoes were wet as a sponge and she said no i cant help you any more. I called her a fucked up bitch and went to starbucks cos they had a little fireplace there and dried my stank shoes and socks and surprisingly they let me sleep there i need to reenergize after a major meth binge.
Me and my ex used to shoot coke and dope in our condo while my mom was in the living room watching tv, trying her hardest to avoid looking at us. I walked all over her back then i was such a bratty dope fiend.
God i feel so bad for the crap i did. Before she knew how deep i was in she let me use her car since i still had a job, but i still had to pick her up from work and drive her to work. Pretty fuckin easy, considering the car was mine the rest of the day. But id stay up all night shooting coke and be all wired and poked up picling her up at her house 45 min late at 745am on no sleep, fiending for some dope to come down. She worked at the railroad and before id go pick her up id go park down by the RR tracks and shoot coke in the car then park in front of her office building. One time she was taking too long and i was hella noid trying to do a coke slam in front of her work building i ran inside and did it inside her works bathroom and she came in and knew what was up. Then another day after i had been shooting coke all day again, i picked her up from work and she needed to go to the bank, so i fixed up a quickie in bank parking lot and finally hit a vein right as she was walking out bank doors and peaking as she opened the door, i shot in the vein running by your ankle and thru the needle under the seat pretending to scratch my foot and off we were. Driving stick while coked out sucks, i spend the whole time w eyes on rearview mirror.
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cj
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Wow oshea those are good stories. Are you and your mom cool know?
JunkieDays
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Back when I was a teen in highschool I rolled about 20 joints in my room, took 1 to go on a smoke walk, and hid the rest.
Somehow it slipped my mind & I left 2 joints on my dresser which was later found by my mom when she went to go 'clean' my room after I had left the house.
Anyways, I come back and of course she's brewing up a shitstorm about the joints. So, she breaks one open and points out that the " Little red hairs are dangerous & can kill you"
Lol. I replied "Uh, no mom. The red hairs indicate that it's gewd shit."
A couple months later she took an ounce of bud and I ended up getting it back later on cause I flipped shit.
Hmm. She found a few of my syringes before, but never caught me shooting up or doing dope.
I did the same shit as Oshea. Threw a fit in my moms car while in withdrawal, she ended up giving me $20 and also let me use the car.
I used to grab the key fob for her car and walk up to her work. She always puts her purse in the trunk, so I used the fob to unlock the doors & hit the trunk release so I could get at her purse.
I remember stealing my dads key to the car & walking up to my moms work so I could get the car and go score. She never knew about it either.
Of course I feel shitty about these things, but, what can I do.. it's in the past now.
Somehow it slipped my mind & I left 2 joints on my dresser which was later found by my mom when she went to go 'clean' my room after I had left the house.
Anyways, I come back and of course she's brewing up a shitstorm about the joints. So, she breaks one open and points out that the " Little red hairs are dangerous & can kill you"
Lol. I replied "Uh, no mom. The red hairs indicate that it's gewd shit."
A couple months later she took an ounce of bud and I ended up getting it back later on cause I flipped shit.
Hmm. She found a few of my syringes before, but never caught me shooting up or doing dope.
I did the same shit as Oshea. Threw a fit in my moms car while in withdrawal, she ended up giving me $20 and also let me use the car.
I used to grab the key fob for her car and walk up to her work. She always puts her purse in the trunk, so I used the fob to unlock the doors & hit the trunk release so I could get at her purse.
I remember stealing my dads key to the car & walking up to my moms work so I could get the car and go score. She never knew about it either.
Of course I feel shitty about these things, but, what can I do.. it's in the past now.
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PurpleKush1
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First time i got caught it was my fault. In the early stoner days, i had smoked a good amount with some friends and sprayed the fuck outta myself with a parfum. I come back home, first thing my dad says is what were you smoking? aaaah nuthin. Yeah then why do you smeel like you dove into a pool of cologne...being stoned the only thing i could come up with ''i farted and i put on some parfum so it doesnt smell''. Lol. My dad just gave me the look ''i know you high'' and just shook his head. THe second time i got caught it was for real, go my weed,pipe,bong,papers. A month later i was free to smoke but never inside. COuntless i was smoking purp or sour d outside and he came out and never said a thing about it. My mother is another stoy though..She is very religous and to her drugs are an opening for the demons to go inside a person.
.,.. yeah..... so everytime i came back home high or ws high on the phone she didnt say anything, but when i dndt take anything ,,Iknow you been getting high''. Lol how she tells me i could never trick her with that yet sh never caught me in the act. Once she did, bombkay zanax and weed lol
.,.. yeah..... so everytime i came back home high or ws high on the phone she didnt say anything, but when i dndt take anything ,,Iknow you been getting high''. Lol how she tells me i could never trick her with that yet sh never caught me in the act. Once she did, bombkay zanax and weed lol
ohshea
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Crimson junk^yes we are like best friends. Time heals all, and once i wrangled in my addiction to coke and then meth and was solely a heroin user, it really mellowed me out and i stopped doing disturbing and hurtful things to her. It was the meth and coke that really twisted my mind. Eventually i left state and our relationship has improved by leaps and bounds, i really needed a change of state to clean up.
My mom has seen me at my worst and i was always honest with her about my addiction, more honest than i shouldve been sometimes. I remember her calling once and she was like what are you doing? And i said i had a tourniqet around my arm preparing to inject myself with a fat shot of ice . I dont know why i said it, just being obnoxious i guess. Maybe a cry for help haha.
But anyway, maintaining my own apartment for almost two years after being the typical homeless junkie, getting on methadone, buying myself a car (i sold a 2003 audi A6 she bought me as a grad gift for less than half of value for quick cash. You shouldnt sign contracts when dopesick) and buying myseld material things such as clothes which i never was capable of before. Id just steal from thrift atores, had restored her faith in me. It did take time, but going thru the lowest low of an addiction really makes you appreciate your fam more, and my moms all i got, its a different bond and the addiction def brought us closer.
My mom has seen me at my worst and i was always honest with her about my addiction, more honest than i shouldve been sometimes. I remember her calling once and she was like what are you doing? And i said i had a tourniqet around my arm preparing to inject myself with a fat shot of ice . I dont know why i said it, just being obnoxious i guess. Maybe a cry for help haha.
But anyway, maintaining my own apartment for almost two years after being the typical homeless junkie, getting on methadone, buying myself a car (i sold a 2003 audi A6 she bought me as a grad gift for less than half of value for quick cash. You shouldnt sign contracts when dopesick) and buying myseld material things such as clothes which i never was capable of before. Id just steal from thrift atores, had restored her faith in me. It did take time, but going thru the lowest low of an addiction really makes you appreciate your fam more, and my moms all i got, its a different bond and the addiction def brought us closer.
Well i wasn't exactly caught by my parents in the story I'm about to tell more I ran into their arms screaming for help.
I've always been quite wary of acid and its associates, I never really liked the thought of taking a drug where I'd have little or no control over myself. But one night I let my guard down and took an acid and it was one of the worst nights of my life.
I was out with my mates clubbing and having a great night but to cut a long story short there was no parties to go to but I knew my other mate who rarely leaves the house would be in so i phoned him and he told me to call up they were all taking acid and there was a tab or two left(this part of the story I can't remember I'm just going on what my mate told me). i came back to his house he gave me an acid, I took it. But he said he started to worry right away because every 5 mins I kept saying to him what are we doing? he kept saying you just took acid relax.
Well, when it started to hit me(from here I recount the story from my own memory) I tried to leave, my mate seeing that I was about to freak out tried to stop me(as all good mates do), but he said he felt sorry for me and so let me go. When I tried to ealk out the front door it just closed over and it looked as if I was in a cave, I went back inside the living room for a second or two and looked out into the hall and the door had reappeared so I ran for it. To this day I'll never know how I made it home Ok, I lived approx 1 mile from my mate.
But when I did get home, i wished i didn't. I went into the bathroom and came out screaming to my mum that there was blood all over the bathroom, she told me to go to bed beliving i was just drunk. But when I got to bed I started to scream for help and apparently my sister came into my room and found me hiding under the bed with the blankets wrapped round me asking for help.
My parents and sister not having a clue what was going on phoned an ambulance and I was taking away to the hospital where things got worse again.
I guess due to my mode of transportation I thought I was dead, and spent 5 hours in hospital surrounded by all my sisters and parents asking them how did I die?
And saying that i didn't want to be left in this hospital as a ghost....I mean I completely freaked out.....and when I eventually started to calm down and realised I was still alive I never felt so small in my life....
The next day was one of the worst in my life as I tried to avoid everybody in my house and couldn't look anyone in the eye.....it was a pretty brutal way for my family to find out I did a trip....and it was and will always be the only trip I've ever done....never again would I touch that stuff and if i hadn't been so drunk that night I never would have touched it.....but anyways
I've always been quite wary of acid and its associates, I never really liked the thought of taking a drug where I'd have little or no control over myself. But one night I let my guard down and took an acid and it was one of the worst nights of my life.
I was out with my mates clubbing and having a great night but to cut a long story short there was no parties to go to but I knew my other mate who rarely leaves the house would be in so i phoned him and he told me to call up they were all taking acid and there was a tab or two left(this part of the story I can't remember I'm just going on what my mate told me). i came back to his house he gave me an acid, I took it. But he said he started to worry right away because every 5 mins I kept saying to him what are we doing? he kept saying you just took acid relax.
Well, when it started to hit me(from here I recount the story from my own memory) I tried to leave, my mate seeing that I was about to freak out tried to stop me(as all good mates do), but he said he felt sorry for me and so let me go. When I tried to ealk out the front door it just closed over and it looked as if I was in a cave, I went back inside the living room for a second or two and looked out into the hall and the door had reappeared so I ran for it. To this day I'll never know how I made it home Ok, I lived approx 1 mile from my mate.
But when I did get home, i wished i didn't. I went into the bathroom and came out screaming to my mum that there was blood all over the bathroom, she told me to go to bed beliving i was just drunk. But when I got to bed I started to scream for help and apparently my sister came into my room and found me hiding under the bed with the blankets wrapped round me asking for help.
My parents and sister not having a clue what was going on phoned an ambulance and I was taking away to the hospital where things got worse again.
I guess due to my mode of transportation I thought I was dead, and spent 5 hours in hospital surrounded by all my sisters and parents asking them how did I die?
And saying that i didn't want to be left in this hospital as a ghost....I mean I completely freaked out.....and when I eventually started to calm down and realised I was still alive I never felt so small in my life....
The next day was one of the worst in my life as I tried to avoid everybody in my house and couldn't look anyone in the eye.....it was a pretty brutal way for my family to find out I did a trip....and it was and will always be the only trip I've ever done....never again would I touch that stuff and if i hadn't been so drunk that night I never would have touched it.....but anyways
crzydiamond
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When I was 21 and home from college for the summer my dad found me in my room blue n not breathing from having OD'd on heroin...him n my sister had to give me CPR until the ambulance came. I came to with paramedics in my room, parents standing there...not the best way for your family to find out you're shooting up!
And they r all straight, no drugs, I'm the black sheep so to speak ...
They knew I did coke as I got arrested at 19 for cocaine sales (beat the sales n pled to possession) but had no idea about the heroin or that I was IVing.
They found all my rigs n threw them out, which sucked as this was when you couldn't walk in a pharmacy n buy them. So I went to my moms job ( she was a pharmacy tech), went to use the bathroom in the back, and promptly grabbed more out of their stock...
Looking back they probably wish they'd caught me smoking weed...
And they r all straight, no drugs, I'm the black sheep so to speak ...
They knew I did coke as I got arrested at 19 for cocaine sales (beat the sales n pled to possession) but had no idea about the heroin or that I was IVing.
They found all my rigs n threw them out, which sucked as this was when you couldn't walk in a pharmacy n buy them. So I went to my moms job ( she was a pharmacy tech), went to use the bathroom in the back, and promptly grabbed more out of their stock...
Looking back they probably wish they'd caught me smoking weed...
xstayfadedx
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Please tryyou will probably fail at it though. Blah, I hate being 18 but you still have your parents treating you as if you're a minor and can't make choices on your own. I have a job, I'm going to college in the fall (should of been in it already but huge thing happened)...and I should be moving out in september
lol I'm the one who pays all the bills at the moment too. I have the right to drink I mean if it was any other country it would be legal (not all but almost). I also use drugs which I don't think is that bad if I'm managing to keep a pretty stable life besides for almost getting shot.... Busting out people's windows lmao but my mom doesn't have to know about that
Wow pretty sad.
I was super fucked up at this time and it only got worse
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Well, it was good to re-read this. I'll be 20 in september... going on four months clean from heroin... and no longer getting into trouble. I remember coming home crying after I got the gun pulled out on me. I'm still paying for rent and no longer in transitional... but oh well. I have to help out my mom especially after all the shit I have put her through.
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drug_mentor
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^ Congrats on the 4 months clean from heroin!
TweakFace
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Well it wasn't my parents that found the actual drugs but they found out soon after anyways...
I was 16 years old and I was very naive. I started smoking crack when I was 15 then was slamming heroin by 16 which became my DOC and only drug I did, nothing else but that and cigarettes (alcohol occasionally.) I was at a friends house one day, and I had been going there for years, we were really good friends and my parents were friends with his parents. All was good. Well at the time when I went over that night (I was supposedly sleeping over and both our parents knew) I was carrying with me a spoon, lighter, cigarettes, syringe, cotton balls stuffed in a small zip lock, a small baggie of weed, and heroin, I forget how much but enough to last me that week. I had it all in my front sweatshirt pocket.
My friends Mom. Oh I should also mention she was smoking hot she made us some kind of chicken dinner and apparently as she was clearing the table off for us in the other room she moved my sweatshirt onto the chair and everything fell out. We heard her say something, yelling or whatever, so we went out to check if anything was wrong and we walked into the kitchen where she was standing there, arms crossed with all my shit laid out there. The syringe next to the bag of heroin, next to the lighter, etc... She goes " I hope this isn't your guys drugs and I hope to God you two aren't shooting drugs into your veins" The way she said it made me feel sick to my stomach, I remember that much. I lied to her saying how sorry I was for bringing it into her home and that I was holding it for a friend who was in trouble with police so that's why I had it. She didn't buy it.
Needless to say, she called my parents up that night when I thought I was in the clear. The next day I pretty much was "forced" to take a drug test. Failed for heroin, was in detox and rehab a week later. I'll never forget that look on my friends mom's eyes though when we walked into the kitchen...
I was 16 years old and I was very naive. I started smoking crack when I was 15 then was slamming heroin by 16 which became my DOC and only drug I did, nothing else but that and cigarettes (alcohol occasionally.) I was at a friends house one day, and I had been going there for years, we were really good friends and my parents were friends with his parents. All was good. Well at the time when I went over that night (I was supposedly sleeping over and both our parents knew) I was carrying with me a spoon, lighter, cigarettes, syringe, cotton balls stuffed in a small zip lock, a small baggie of weed, and heroin, I forget how much but enough to last me that week. I had it all in my front sweatshirt pocket.
My friends Mom. Oh I should also mention she was smoking hot
she made us some kind of chicken dinner and apparently as she was clearing the table off for us in the other room she moved my sweatshirt onto the chair and everything fell out. We heard her say something, yelling or whatever, so we went out to check if anything was wrong and we walked into the kitchen where she was standing there, arms crossed with all my shit laid out there. The syringe next to the bag of heroin, next to the lighter, etc... She goes " I hope this isn't your guys drugs and I hope to God you two aren't shooting drugs into your veins" The way she said it made me feel sick to my stomach, I remember that much. I lied to her saying how sorry I was for bringing it into her home and that I was holding it for a friend who was in trouble with police so that's why I had it. She didn't buy it.Needless to say, she called my parents up that night when I thought I was in the clear. The next day I pretty much was "forced" to take a drug test. Failed for heroin, was in detox and rehab a week later. I'll never forget that look on my friends mom's eyes though when we walked into the kitchen...
xstayfadedx
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Not four months yet, but soon! Anyways thank you. It really does feel great.^ Congrats on the 4 months clean from heroin!
CokeBloke
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I can honestly say, I never got caught
Folley
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Well, I don't get caught anymore because my parents have pretty much already accepted I'm a polydrug user and they can't do anything to stop it.
It's formed a lot more trust between us though, I won't lie to them if they come out and ask me.... but they don't really ask me anything anymore, lol.
It's formed a lot more trust between us though, I won't lie to them if they come out and ask me.... but they don't really ask me anything anymore, lol.
When I was like 16. Got all my buddies round for a night on some old pills, great time. Dad comes home when people are crawling up the stairs and hugging the dog, rolling around on the carpet. Looks me straight in the eyes and laughs. He knew, he was cool. Those were good times.
PurpleKush1
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I smoked for the first time at 11. Didnt start smoking seriously until i was around 14-15....Got caught for the first time at 16 in the summer. My dad found a quarter of medical JacK Herrer,pipes, a bong, rolling papers, a couple of E pills, cigs, and an empty K vial lol. All this because of my ignorant ass Grand parents who found an empty baggie with the weed sign on it. Fucking rats. Funny thing is when i came back from Europe a few weeks later i blazed one up with my dad. He was mad pissed off at the begining and made me stay at home and shit. When i came back we had some tequila and and we smoked the weed he took from me. His words ''this shit too strong no wonder youre a dumbass'' lool. According to him if i did good and school and avoided trouble it was ok.
3 and a half months later i was expelled from school from suspected drug use (meth and mdma and weed). He was way more pissed off this time. He took away all my shit and basically i had my ipod and thats it for entertaining myself. The drug tests i took tested positive for weed,meth and mdma. The day i got expeleed i ate the 4 speed pills and an E tab that i had left all at once. That was the most dysphoric car ride ever. All this horse shit led me to be placed in custody to my grand father. Wont go into the details. He didnt really care about my drug use. I showed him the joints i rolled and he commented on which one was better rolled haha. I turned his place into a drug house basically.
We were smoking joints outside at all hours of the day and nite and i was indulging in mass quantities of stims. I dont even understand how he put up with me. The LE thought i was dealing, because of FOUR anoynmous calls by the dickhead neighbors. This led to me becoming even more paranoid in my coke and meth fueled frenzy. I stashed all my drugs in a coffee container wrapped in a shitload of plastic bags and plastic. Everytime i went for a line or a joint i undid the whole shit. I spent my day playing with plastic. I rolled my joints between the toilet and the sink under a blanket. Eventually i went to a DPG meeting (DPG is the bullshit organisation my country who ''takes care'' of people under 18 with ''problems'') and they brought in the cops and took me to a juvenile detention facilty because i was ''a danger to myself'' and psychotic. Assholes. Long story short my dad helped me get out of there to a less crazy and strict and facility. Id visit him on weekends.
He caught me smoking again, he just said smoke it outside, As long as you dont do more chems and dont act like an idiot pothead i dont care. Basically not raiding the fridge every day lol. Hed come when i was smoking strong shit like sour D and Purple Kush
and be like take the trash bag to the bin and not say shit about the weed. Fast forward to the summer, now im 17, on adderal, weed and nasty ass seroquel everyday. I had the brilliant idea to mix half a 26 oz bottle of vodka with 200mgs of seroquel and a couple of blunts.
I was hungry and went to see him and was like ''can we go to the market tomorow for food'' and it came out more like ''arghblablalbkdjskjds''. He thought i was on some chemical again and threw me out so i lived most of the summer at the ''foyer'' basically a house with 9 other people my age under thecare of dear DPG. It was rpetty cool there.
Since then he saw me high a million times but would just express his feelings on how ''its making me dumb'' but whitout trying to be controlling. My mother doesnt accept it as much as he does but never really ''cracked down'' on me. Its funny because from 2012 to early 2013 when i was living in another country either with her or a friend, id come home baked and drunk pretty much everyday and she didnt know for sure everytime. THe only time she really caught me red handed was when i came back after poping xanax,drinking gin and smoking all day. Apparently i looked like a zombie. And eating all the cake she made for the guests didnt help. But number of times iv come to visit after a rought night on coke and/or amps and she was clueless, despite the fact that my lower lip was all bloody and swollen and that i was pale like death.
I think they finally just accepted that as much as they try to change the more i will do the opposite. Still it took until i was 19 to completly have a hitus of the ''drugs are bad'' comment by them.
3 and a half months later i was expelled from school from suspected drug use (meth and mdma and weed). He was way more pissed off this time. He took away all my shit and basically i had my ipod and thats it for entertaining myself. The drug tests i took tested positive for weed,meth and mdma. The day i got expeleed i ate the 4 speed pills and an E tab that i had left all at once. That was the most dysphoric car ride ever. All this horse shit led me to be placed in custody to my grand father. Wont go into the details. He didnt really care about my drug use. I showed him the joints i rolled and he commented on which one was better rolled haha. I turned his place into a drug house basically.
We were smoking joints outside at all hours of the day and nite and i was indulging in mass quantities of stims. I dont even understand how he put up with me. The LE thought i was dealing, because of FOUR anoynmous calls by the dickhead neighbors. This led to me becoming even more paranoid in my coke and meth fueled frenzy. I stashed all my drugs in a coffee container wrapped in a shitload of plastic bags and plastic. Everytime i went for a line or a joint i undid the whole shit. I spent my day playing with plastic. I rolled my joints between the toilet and the sink under a blanket. Eventually i went to a DPG meeting (DPG is the bullshit organisation my country who ''takes care'' of people under 18 with ''problems'') and they brought in the cops and took me to a juvenile detention facilty because i was ''a danger to myself'' and psychotic. Assholes. Long story short my dad helped me get out of there to a less crazy and strict and facility. Id visit him on weekends.
He caught me smoking again, he just said smoke it outside, As long as you dont do more chems and dont act like an idiot pothead i dont care. Basically not raiding the fridge every day lol. Hed come when i was smoking strong shit like sour D and Purple Kush
and be like take the trash bag to the bin and not say shit about the weed. Fast forward to the summer, now im 17, on adderal, weed and nasty ass seroquel everyday. I had the brilliant idea to mix half a 26 oz bottle of vodka with 200mgs of seroquel and a couple of blunts.I was hungry and went to see him and was like ''can we go to the market tomorow for food'' and it came out more like ''arghblablalbkdjskjds''. He thought i was on some chemical again and threw me out so i lived most of the summer at the ''foyer'' basically a house with 9 other people my age under thecare of dear DPG. It was rpetty cool there.
Since then he saw me high a million times but would just express his feelings on how ''its making me dumb'' but whitout trying to be controlling. My mother doesnt accept it as much as he does but never really ''cracked down'' on me. Its funny because from 2012 to early 2013 when i was living in another country either with her or a friend, id come home baked and drunk pretty much everyday and she didnt know for sure everytime. THe only time she really caught me red handed was when i came back after poping xanax,drinking gin and smoking all day. Apparently i looked like a zombie. And eating all the cake she made for the guests didnt help. But number of times iv come to visit after a rought night on coke and/or amps and she was clueless, despite the fact that my lower lip was all bloody and swollen and that i was pale like death.
I think they finally just accepted that as much as they try to change the more i will do the opposite. Still it took until i was 19 to completly have a hitus of the ''drugs are bad'' comment by them.
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